FALTER

In a state between wakefulness and dreams,
I drift
Among the days, among the vastness of moonless nights.
Amidst the infiniteness of human deceptions and lies,
There is truth.
Speck of brightness self-conscious in the pitch black sky.
For this mirage I sought
The understanding of it all;
Of what it takes to be human,
Understand the paradox that is love,
Understand the human capacity to empathize.
When the search seems futile
Detachment seeps in
Slowly but surely; sick of struggling.
Exhausted emotions no longer want to feel
In a state of limbo
Waiting for old battle wounds to heal.
Tiny speck of star dust slowly fades its glow;
As the world revolves ever so gently.

*Peishan*